"Random facts", Ashley/Leon
Title: Random facts
Author: Renna, renna_esprit
Fandom: Resident Evil
Rating: PG
Pairing: one-sided Ashley/Leon
Disclaimer: not mine
Word count: about 670
Thanks to Sydon for beta.
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Here is one random fact about Leon: when he says “everything will be OK”, he looks like we all are going to die.
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The weather here is muggy. There’s water squelch in my boots, my woolen jacket is wet and unpleasantly rubs my skin at each movement. The only thing I dream about is to be dry.
Scratches on my skin are burning, my elbow aches - these are the consequences of unsuccessful falling. Leon is tanking forward, I’m tailing along with him, stalling in the dirt.
I try not to lose him, not to lose sight of him even for a minute; I am afraid he’ll disappear even if I just blink, he’ll leave me alone; and what shall I do then is one big question.
Sometime later, in the normal, civilized world where people speak English and not Spanish, I’ll say “It was the most outstanding adventure in my whole life”.
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“Leon!” I shout, then stop and lean against a tree; my lungs burning. I feel like I was running cross-country - I’m weak, choking and pitiable.
He comes closer and he looks like he’s fed up with these snotty little girls. It is insulting, probably, but I’m not up to insults now. I slip into sticky dirt and try to recover my breath.
I cough and cover my mouth with my palm - there’s dense, viscous blood left on my fingers.
“Are you ok?” He asks.
I shrug my shoulders - I don’t know. And I’m too tired to talk.
He looks about. He holds a gun with both of his hands, not the way they like to show us in movies, where a hero holds a gun in each hand and there’s no blow-back when he shoots. It is cool - to shoot like that. And to shoot like Leon… I don’t know. It’s natural, I guess. But who am I to say that?
I cough again. It’s a painful and strained cough and I feel something nasty pile in my lungs and now it gnawed through my body. The sky is grey and cloudy, and I think it’ll be raining soon.
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“If I die, will you bury me?” I ask.
“Nonsense,” he snorts, “You will not die.”
I’m cold; he enfolds me and warms me. It’ll be almost romantic - if you subtract dirt, blood and the first-aid set, balking to my hip, and if you add up something really romantic.
As I said - it’s almost romantic.
“And what if…?”
“Hey,” I perk up my head and look at him. He puts the wet lock, falling to my face, behind my ear and repeats “You will not die.”
And he looks like he wants me to die already.
“Bury me, ok?” I whisper. “Bury me so deep they’ll never find me. I don’t want them to do something with my body.”
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“We have to move on.” He says.
The sky is slowly getting brighter, clearer, and this is - probably - a good sign.
“I can’t…”
“I’ll carry you.” He grumbles as he stands up and pulls me towards him.
I kiss him. It’s all because of this place, this situation - when every minute can be my last minute - and it’s all because of him - so insensitive and so careful at once - and I can’t help myself. I kiss him and it’s a short, brief kiss and he doesn’t kiss me back. And I stand aside, looking at him and I can not see any reaction. He’s calm. He’s steady. And I feel like I’m blushing.
Ask me, if he likes girls at all and I’ll answer - I’m not sure.
“Everything will be ok.” He promises. And he looks like we all are going to die.
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Here is one random fact about Ashley Graham: she’s never heard of Raccoon City.
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Author: Renna, renna_esprit
Fandom: Resident Evil
Rating: PG
Pairing: one-sided Ashley/Leon
Disclaimer: not mine
Word count: about 670
Thanks to Sydon for beta.
…
Here is one random fact about Leon: when he says “everything will be OK”, he looks like we all are going to die.
…
The weather here is muggy. There’s water squelch in my boots, my woolen jacket is wet and unpleasantly rubs my skin at each movement. The only thing I dream about is to be dry.
Scratches on my skin are burning, my elbow aches - these are the consequences of unsuccessful falling. Leon is tanking forward, I’m tailing along with him, stalling in the dirt.
I try not to lose him, not to lose sight of him even for a minute; I am afraid he’ll disappear even if I just blink, he’ll leave me alone; and what shall I do then is one big question.
Sometime later, in the normal, civilized world where people speak English and not Spanish, I’ll say “It was the most outstanding adventure in my whole life”.
…
“Leon!” I shout, then stop and lean against a tree; my lungs burning. I feel like I was running cross-country - I’m weak, choking and pitiable.
He comes closer and he looks like he’s fed up with these snotty little girls. It is insulting, probably, but I’m not up to insults now. I slip into sticky dirt and try to recover my breath.
I cough and cover my mouth with my palm - there’s dense, viscous blood left on my fingers.
“Are you ok?” He asks.
I shrug my shoulders - I don’t know. And I’m too tired to talk.
He looks about. He holds a gun with both of his hands, not the way they like to show us in movies, where a hero holds a gun in each hand and there’s no blow-back when he shoots. It is cool - to shoot like that. And to shoot like Leon… I don’t know. It’s natural, I guess. But who am I to say that?
I cough again. It’s a painful and strained cough and I feel something nasty pile in my lungs and now it gnawed through my body. The sky is grey and cloudy, and I think it’ll be raining soon.
…
“If I die, will you bury me?” I ask.
“Nonsense,” he snorts, “You will not die.”
I’m cold; he enfolds me and warms me. It’ll be almost romantic - if you subtract dirt, blood and the first-aid set, balking to my hip, and if you add up something really romantic.
As I said - it’s almost romantic.
“And what if…?”
“Hey,” I perk up my head and look at him. He puts the wet lock, falling to my face, behind my ear and repeats “You will not die.”
And he looks like he wants me to die already.
“Bury me, ok?” I whisper. “Bury me so deep they’ll never find me. I don’t want them to do something with my body.”
…
“We have to move on.” He says.
The sky is slowly getting brighter, clearer, and this is - probably - a good sign.
“I can’t…”
“I’ll carry you.” He grumbles as he stands up and pulls me towards him.
I kiss him. It’s all because of this place, this situation - when every minute can be my last minute - and it’s all because of him - so insensitive and so careful at once - and I can’t help myself. I kiss him and it’s a short, brief kiss and he doesn’t kiss me back. And I stand aside, looking at him and I can not see any reaction. He’s calm. He’s steady. And I feel like I’m blushing.
Ask me, if he likes girls at all and I’ll answer - I’m not sure.
“Everything will be ok.” He promises. And he looks like we all are going to die.
…
Here is one random fact about Ashley Graham: she’s never heard of Raccoon City.
…